A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1293 Ye...Ye Fan?

Two figures raced across the skies on the island at the speed of light.

Winds howled around them fiercely and ripped mercilessly through clouds, turning the latter into shreds.

Beneath their feet were rows and rows of trees that swayed violently as their chase across the skies sent gusts of wind whipping across verdant crowns, stirring emerald waves rising and ebbing across the island.

One of the two figures was Ye Fan, who was attempting to flee with the treasure that he had just stolen.

The other was the cloaked figure whom Ye Fan had just stolen that treasure from.

Ye Fan was running as quickly as he could possibly run. He had pooled all his energies in his feet and as a result, he was moving as quickly as he ever possibly move.

He had expected to shake off the cloaked figure easily at such high speeds, especially because he had just injured the latter severely moments ago.

But things were way beyond his expectations.

No matter what he did, he couldn't shake off his pursuer. In fact, the distance between the two of them appeared to be narrowing.

Without his bizarre methods of dodging and evasion, the cloaked figure would have caught up with him by now.

"Damnit, this can't be possible. You're injured! I should be able to shake you off! Well, since that doesn't work, I'm just going to have to tire you out!"

Ye Fan glanced at the cloaked figure from the corner of his eye. The latter was still in mad pursuit.

A veil obscured his pursuer's face while wild winds whipped his pursuer's hair violently.

His pursuer's black robes flurried wildly in the wind while a menacing fury emanated from the cloaked figure.

He was being hunted by a demon that had crawled straight out of hell.

Any other man would have been collapsed into a boneless heap of fear and terror in the face of such a menacing aura.

Ye Fan didn't appear that worried at all.

The cloaked figure was clearly at his limits.

He was like a huge fish struggling against the hook in its lip, fighting with everything it had to no avail.

When that fish lost all its strength, it would finally go still and allow the fisherman to scoop it out with his net.

The cloaked figure had taken a blow from Ye Fan in the chest.

While Ye Fan hadn't put his full strength behind that attack, he had made sure that it hurt enough and would seriously injure the cloaked figure.

Ye Fan eyed the traces of blood on the cloaked figure's veil, observed his pursuer's increasingly hurried breathing and concluded that his opponent wasn't going to last for much longer.

In a few moments, the cloaked figure would exhaust himself and lose the strength to pursue Ye Fan further.

With that thought in mind, Ye Fan decided to wing it. He sped up.

The winds howled around him as the trees and grass hissed violently.

Ye Fan was akin to a shooting star racing across the heavens above the island.

He had begun a deadly game of tag on the island with his pursuer.

One fled while the other chased, racing from one end of the island to the other, from morning to noon, and from noon to dusk.

Ye Fan did not expect to circle the island hundreds of times. He was crushed by the fact that he had not managed to shake off the cloaked figure.

"Damnit! Is this guy a bloodhound or something? Why isn't he giving up?" panted Ye Fan heavily. He was going out of his mind.

He had planned to tire his opponent out but he hadn't expected himself to start flagging before the other person did.

While Ye Fan was still caught in his disbelief at his pursuer's seemingly endless stamina, his opponent was in the grip of similar agitation.

"Who is that scoundrel? He's as quick as when I am at my full strength. In fact, he might even be more powerful than I am!"

The person stared into the distant figure and frowned. Underneath the cloaked figure's veil was a solemn look of caution and wariness. Capturing Ye Fan was turning out to be a greater challenge than expected.

That didn't mean that the cloaked figure was going to give up.

No one had managed to steal something from right under the cloaked figure's nose just yet!

The look in those dark eyes grew colder at that thought.

Shoving aside the pain that Ye Fan had inflicted earlier, the cloaked figure summoned whatever strength that remained and pooled whatever residual power that was left within an open palm. Then, the cloaked figure's sword rose and fell heavily, sending a slash forward, in the direction where Ye Fan was fleeing.

"The Ultimate Blade! Meteor Strike!"

A crystalline voice rang loudly in the air as the sword sent a powerful attack that sliced through cloud and air, crossing a thousand meters at a speed that nearly surpassed that of light as it charged at Ye

Fan.

The purple light that accompanied the attack raced towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan could sense the sudden approach of death like a bloodhound snapping at his heels.

His hair stood on ends as the shadow of imminent death loomed over him.

He couldn't believe that he actually felt physically threatened by the attack.

Instinctively and without any hesitation, Ye Fan unleashed his Dragon God Body.

A gold light basked the heavens as the roar of a dragon thundered in the skies.

Within a blink of an eye, Ye Fan was cloaked in his strongest defense.

Strength began to fill his body as well. In the next moment, he unleashed a flurry of punches.

Deafening thunders erupted in the heavens as his forceful blows punched through cloud and air, sending gusts of wind lashing out.

His attacks were sliced into shreds by the overpowering blade of wind still heading in his direction instantly.

The latter was weakened slightly as well by his blows.

That was enough.

He had not expected his hasty flurry of punches to block his opponent's attack successfully. All he had hoped for had been for it to weaken the latter.

His Dragon God Body would take care of the rest.

But while he might survive the blow, there was no doubt that he was going to sustain serious injury from it.

He was at the peak of his strength right now. Yet, he couldn't successfully fend off his opponent's attack without being injured. He wasn't going to stand a chance at all later when he was seriously injured and trying to run for his life.

This was a fight that Ye Fan wasn't going to survive.

Ye Fan knew that very well. Even if he were to survive this attack, it didn't mean he would survive this battle.

"It appears that I'm going to die without realizing my grand ambitions," lamented Ye Fan as despair filled his eyes.

He had thought his plan was perfect.

But he had underestimated his enemy's true strength.

He had believed that the ambush that he had launched on his enemy had weakened and rendered the latter powerless to fight back or pursue him.

He had not expected his enemy to be a freak of nature who outmatched him despite sustaining such serious injury.

While Ye Fan wallowed in despair, the figure in the distance was reeling from the sight of the golden glow enveloping Ye Fan and the silhouette of a dragon snaking around the latter's form.

"That...that's the Yang Dragon God Body. How is that possible? Why would he possess the Dragon God Body? Could he be..."

The thought sent the cloaked figure shaking violently. Her head whipped up forcefully and her eyes stared at the distant figure.

It was then that Ye Fan whirled around to block her attack head on.

Their eyes met.

The world seemed to have come to a standstill.

The person dressed in black shook violently. Her pupils contracted as her mind went blank.

Ye...Ye Fan?

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